Unlike the episodic nature of most road movies, this boasts an expertly crafted three-act structure that allows each act to have its own thoroughly satisfying story arc and conclusion. Every scene is necessary, every laugh is earned, every line is a classic. A perfect movie.
PAPER MOON (1973). The Father’s Day analogue to “Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore”. There are many, many, MANY reasons to love this masterpiece — but here’s what struck me this time: Alvin Sargent’s brilliant screenplay.
POSSESSION (1981). Sorry. I cannot buy your tired theory that ‘70s cinema is the best cinema. Not while this movie exists. Zulwaski… Shit, dude. Genius has never —fucking NEVER— been this untethered.
HOUSE OF GUCCI (2021). A by the numbers script, immaculately dull widescreen compositions, and more spiritless direction by the world’s toniest hack — Mr. Ridley Scott.
“Dune” (2021). Stop trying to make “Dune” happen! Self important silliness that bored me to a degree I didn’t think was possible. What the fuck? I walked out. Life’s too short for this shit.
PostCovidCinemaCount2021: #39 - SUMMER OF SOUL. Let’s just give all the music footage that anybody’s ever shot to Questlove. Goddamn! I love this movie.
#37 - THE SPARKS BROTHERS. For seemingly as long as I can remember, various entities (corporate and otherwise) have been trying to sell me on Sparks. With his documentary, Edgar Wright makes what is perhaps the best pitch yet — though I’m still not sure if I’m buying.
CovidCinemaCount2021: #33 - “In The Earth”. I get it, but Ben Wheatley is never going to make another “Kill List”. It’s not gonna happen. Move on. So what DO we have here? Well, only the most psychotropic movie since “Altered States”. And that’s not nothing, acid-eater.
CovidCinemaCount2021: #29 - NOBODY. So let me get this straight. That “Chicago 7” nonsense gets six Oscar nominations and this gets nothing? What a crock of shit.
...but this was always much more interesting filtered through Eastwood’s womanizing than it was through Douglas’ vanity. The late, great Jessica Walter delivers the kind of commited performance that can only be described as “career killing”.
CovidCinemaCount2021: #28 - PLAY MISTY FOR ME (1971). “Fatal Attraction” would steal the suspense mechanics and primal misogyny and transform the material into some bullshit about the sanctity of the family unit during the Reagan era...
CovidCinemaCount2021: #27 - “Images” (1972). Like most Altman movies, I’d been dragging my feet for years on this one — only to be surprised at how much I ended up liking it (and left wondering why I continue to drag my feet on Altman).
CovidCinemaCount2021:#26 - “The Father”. Although this sort of thing isn’t usually my bag, I thought it was pretty goddamn good. Anthony Hopkins, a man who I assumed had showed me all his tricks long ago, is still capable of surprising and disarming you without a moment’s notice.
CovidCinemaCount’21: #25–BUTCHER, BAKER, NIGHTMARE MAKER (1982). Not to mix “Spinal Tap” and “Baby Jane” references, but if Faye Dunaway cranked the knob to 11 when she played Joan Crawford in “Mommie Dearest”, Susan Tyrell breaks that fucker off in her channeling of Bette Davis.